Monsters Under My Bed

Growing up, everyone always said I had a tragic childhood. I tried to keep it a secret from as many people as possible. At first, it was hard because I was all over the news, but it got easier as I got older and people started to forget. I never thought I had a particularly tragic childhood. My mom and dad were loving people who would have done anything for me. Which is more than I can say for most of the rest of the world. I think its the rest of the kids who had a tragic childhood.My friends would always tell me stories about the monsters under their beds or in their closets and that no matter how many times their parents checked, the monster always came back. My parents were the good ones. They wanted to protect me. That’s why they chained up all the monsters in the basement.